Letra de The waiting home

I´m a man of my word and my mistakes
I´m a lost boy caught in my disdain
I´m the hair on my head that I can´t tame
Just a paper on the wall in a small frame

I said oooh if you´re gonna leave
Then count me in

Well I bury my head in the things I own
And my own game is a sinking stone
We put money in the things we know
But the heavens don´t wait for the waiting home

Where is the calm in a building tide?
Where are the words that I cannot find?
What´s the feeling I can´t describe
When I´m flipping out in someone´s eyes?

Oooh if you´re gonna leave
Then count me in
I say oooh if you´re gonna leave
Then count me in

I bury my head in the things I own
And my own game is a sinking stone
We put money in the things we know
But the heavens don´t wait for the waiting home
The heavens don´t wait for the waiting home
The heavens don´t wait for the waiting home
I say oooh...